I’ve spent just over the past year of my life packing and unpacking and repacking. Constantly trying to organize and compartmentalize my belongings. Dresses in this box, shoes in that box, books in this one. I try to make my belongings smaller and smaller each time I come home. At some point, I started compartmentalizing my life too. Family over there, school friends over here, ship friends on Facebook. It gets hard to balance all those boxes. Some people get more time than others, and not always the ones who deserve it. It seems the bigger my life gets, the smaller I try to make it because it’s the only way to balance it all. The more people I meet, the more people I lose touch with. Maybe that’s just the natural cycle of things. The people who are meant to stay part of my life will. The rest will fade. Who can say who will fall into which box. Certainly though, it’s a two way street.

Want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans.
My life has become one giant crazy random happenstance.